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No one living with no foresight
No one guiding with a torchlight
we climbing up the walls like,
all y'all brought your swords to the pen fight
most will call off the war when it's skin-tight
too close for comfort, causing the fickle to sweat
we burst live ammo from a beating chest
all everybody get wet,
whether you like it or not it's a motherfucking safe bet
feel the threat loom, that's an intro
can't put out the fire with old lingo
guns and things that go pop-blaow
that's what's happening when this shit breaks down
let them eat cake crowd, let them hear it loud
back up against the wall if we speak out
whether you're ready or not
when shit starts going off - you can't stop the rot
everybody part of the plot
everybody else gonna get a piece of what they got
that's the night of the snub noses
steel blades, shallow graves - all type explosives
on the real, when the balance is off,
it's a matter of time before the charade gets dropped
fuck a job, fuck a workload
go for broke, its the implode - hear the fucking bombs go
blaow!
pop-blaow!
this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed
this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed
high and dry are the great unwashed this year
big fence, barbed-wire to keep them clear
silver spoons got some first world probs to beare
all busy, all give ourselves a cheer
all dizzy from the pressure an shit
we just sit - frying slow on a spit
lying low with closed lips
for now just chuckle and smirk at pushed whips
better saddle up quick
or when shit kicks off you'll get fucked by the big dick
be prepared for the rift
or get pillaged by the tipped-scale kids when shit flips
ain't that a kick in the head?
some live it up while the rest all get left for dead
it's critical mass for the class gap
they should have figured it out, the powerless will get the last laugh
not a seer or a prophet
but the stakes are obvious, the workers won't drop it
can't stop shit - the firms deserve it
they're brutal with whips - the herds will curb it
call them out and get a new one ripped
no matter what's said they still tighten their grip
fucking straight up like a high-fade
all plebs are abandoned in the home of the slaves
this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed
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